When all is done, human life is, at the greatest and the best, but like a forward child, that must be played with and humored a little to keep it quiet till it falls asleep, and the the care is over.

O love, what hours were thine and mine,
In lands of palm and southern pine;
In land of palm, of orange-blossom,
Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine.

What a land.
What a ???